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I break
when least expected –
and rise against my will
sometimes I race
sometimes I’m standing still
I’ve known the hurt
of heartbreak
the salty sting of tears
how long the morning after
when after all these years
I still recall
without regret –
most every goodbye kiss
the whisper of remember me
to moments such as this
hearts entreating
music stirring just beneath
my skin
as melodies we played
are played again
. . .
Wonderful Poetry!
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To those who scale our walls, the open heart is too oft a plaything, the scars upon which can be read as a fortuneteller does a palm. Music, such as your lovely words, play under my skin as well, Poet…
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